The Father of a Sick Daughter - Rati Saxena


 

A father

with the feverish body

of his daughter,

seated on the bed

smelling of vomit,

prays

that her dry lips

may blossom a bit,

that her dried eyes

may shine a little,

that her naughtiness

may dance like

the sound

of anklets.

 

This moment

he is not counting

the dowry to be given,

not thinking of

her education or her job,

– he does not remember

even the thorny boundaries

made by society –

he is doubtful

if the sun would rise

after the dark night.

 

The father of the sick daughter

started getting warm

like the sun.

 

© Rati Saxena

 

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